Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.